<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:07:48.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Molly Turns....</title><subtitle type='html'>What is going on in my life?  Nobody knows. That is what this is all about!! Have any questions?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-8904454362881666055</id><published>2012-02-12T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:07:48.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LTUE</title><content type='html'>This past week I went to LTUE, a writers conference that was held at UVU. &amp;nbsp;I learned so much, and I had such an enjoyable time. &amp;nbsp;It has motivated me again to jump in head first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of my goals from last week. &amp;nbsp;I did finish one homework assignment. &amp;nbsp;I did survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish a scene. &amp;nbsp;But then I was learning about things that I know I need to improve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one homework assignment I thought I did right was done wrong. &amp;nbsp;So I need to finish that, along with everything other homework assignment I have too do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for this coming week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work out a time to sub with the teacher I need to do the math practicum with.&lt;br /&gt;Write at least one scene, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;Finish homework, get caught up in homework.&lt;br /&gt;Start to edit, my friends manuscript that I said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-8904454362881666055?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/8904454362881666055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=8904454362881666055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8904454362881666055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8904454362881666055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/02/ltue.html' title='LTUE'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-4755325108102271487</id><published>2012-02-08T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:07:12.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far.....</title><content type='html'>I am surviving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't finished all homework. &amp;nbsp;Have two more two do. Only one will get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have yet to work on a scene. &amp;nbsp;BUT IT WILL HAPPEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had two job interviews. &amp;nbsp;One yesterday, and one today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-4755325108102271487?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/4755325108102271487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=4755325108102271487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/4755325108102271487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/4755325108102271487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-far.html' title='So far.....'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-8453346024396617476</id><published>2012-02-05T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:30:18.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weeks Goals</title><content type='html'>First survive the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, get caught up on homework before I leave for LTUE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I am now including homework with my writing. &amp;nbsp;I am adding, to work on at least two scenes in a week. &amp;nbsp;I think I can manage that. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also get teaching jobs subbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-8453346024396617476?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/8453346024396617476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=8453346024396617476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8453346024396617476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8453346024396617476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-weeks-goals.html' title='This Weeks Goals'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-4173635416041882897</id><published>2012-02-02T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:04:02.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, broken quills, and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jayrod, posted on his blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://the1stog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://the1stog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;He asked for us to tell him about our hopes and dreams. &amp;nbsp;Well my comment was turning into a novel, and something that I thought I should share on my blog instead. So what are my dreams? &amp;nbsp;What do I really want out of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment my dream &amp;nbsp;is to find a job, to find a place to live that will accept my two cats and something that I can afford. &amp;nbsp;To actually work on my writing instead of saying I need to work on my writing. &amp;nbsp;To get out of the funk I am in and to start living my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently realized also because of Jayrod's blog, that &amp;nbsp;I am not sacrificing enough, to obtain my dreams. &amp;nbsp;I need to stop playing my computer games, and do homework instead and work on my novel. &amp;nbsp;I know I say I should do it. &amp;nbsp;But with what has recently happened in my life. &amp;nbsp;I really don't want to do anything. &amp;nbsp;But waste away my time, because when I am playing my game, winning the level is all I think about, and my stress leaves for the moment. &amp;nbsp;Though I do know that it doesn't help me reach my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tease me all you want Jayrod. &amp;nbsp;=-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will do better. &amp;nbsp;I will work harder to make my life how I know it can be, how it should be, how it needs to be. &amp;nbsp;I feel I am a grinded up quill at the moment. &amp;nbsp;I need to feel whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I need to start living my life instead of hiding from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to prioritize my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus on living the life that I have been taught how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to&amp;nbsp;organize&amp;nbsp;myself so that I can accomplish the most in each day. &amp;nbsp;This means not staying up until 2 playing my games, and waking up at 5, instead of sleeping until 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to complete my homework, the next day, instead of trying to do it in an hour before class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to live by faith and not fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to look at the bright side of things instead of focusing on the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do this in increments. &amp;nbsp;I will first start by living in faith and not in fear, and going to bed early, and working on the homework. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could do this all at once, but I don't have a magic wand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jayrod, for making me think about what I really want out of life, so that I won't be a broken quill anymore, but one that is whole and vibrant. &amp;nbsp;I am glad I am your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-4173635416041882897?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/4173635416041882897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=4173635416041882897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/4173635416041882897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/4173635416041882897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/02/dreams-broken-quills-and-me.html' title='Dreams, broken quills, and me'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-9001407335177546091</id><published>2012-01-30T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:50:05.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, as of today.....</title><content type='html'>I need to "Think Butterflies" more. &amp;nbsp;(To find out more about the butterfly comment see the 2/23/2009 post). &amp;nbsp;Things that I thought were moving in a good direction has not really moved forward but seem to be moving backwards on me. &amp;nbsp;That being said, life is actually going quite well. &amp;nbsp;I am moving forward with what needs to be done. &amp;nbsp;I am still job hunting, which takes a lot of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having an interview to see if I get into the Masters of Education Program. &amp;nbsp;I have been debating it, but since I have already paid the fee, I am going to go ahead and move forward with that part of my life. &amp;nbsp;If I get accepted or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well for me. &amp;nbsp;I am liking the classes that I am in the Special Education Program (Sped) at Weber State University. &amp;nbsp;I am excited to be actually in the core classes and in the program instead of just taking the classes you need to get into the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the weather is getting to me. &amp;nbsp;I have felt more&amp;nbsp;melancholy as of late. &amp;nbsp;But it has been cold and dreary most days. &amp;nbsp;Most of the people I talk to are feeling the same. &amp;nbsp;But soon summer will be here and we will wish it was a little colder. &amp;nbsp;Don't you think&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;interesting? &amp;nbsp;In the summer we wish it would be about 60, still warm but not that hot, and in the winter we would like it to be about 70 because we want it to be warmer. &amp;nbsp;So no matter what, we are really not happy with what we have. &amp;nbsp;Or about having it be 70 degrees year round. &amp;nbsp;That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my writing goals for this week. &amp;nbsp;I am still not cutting it. &amp;nbsp;Though most of the time my mind has been on my manuscript/book. &amp;nbsp;I just need to focus on doing it, but then I am doing homework mostly. &amp;nbsp;Which also needs to be done. &amp;nbsp;I just need to focus more so I can get homework done early, so that I can work on my manuscript/book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last day of January. &amp;nbsp;But the next day you can always start new. &amp;nbsp;It is a new day, one with a clean slate. &amp;nbsp;Something that everyone always has, and everyone can always start new and look forward to a bright new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day to change, never forget that, you can always change, don't wait for tomorrow but start today. Isn't that why we sleep at night? &amp;nbsp;To start refreshed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with everyone. &amp;nbsp;Leave a comment if you would like. &amp;nbsp;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-9001407335177546091?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/9001407335177546091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=9001407335177546091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/9001407335177546091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/9001407335177546091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-as-of-today.html' title='Life, as of today.....'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-2403863880158006919</id><published>2012-01-21T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:42:33.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>I haven't done as much writing as I thought. &amp;nbsp;But I have plenty of worth while excuses. &lt;br /&gt;They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; homework- if you count this writing I do at least 5 pages or more a week&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; blogging about not writing. &amp;nbsp;Though if you count this writing, its at least 1 page a week&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; facebook keeping everyone up to date with my daily life. &amp;nbsp;If you count this, might equal half a page&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; job hunting and job interviews where I don't get the job&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; apply for jobs&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; playing games to keep my mind off of my not having a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do better. &amp;nbsp;Though I do think about how to improve my novel every day. &amp;nbsp;Which according to David Farland is pre-writing. &amp;nbsp;So I can handle this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-2403863880158006919?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/2403863880158006919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=2403863880158006919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2403863880158006919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2403863880158006919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/01/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-2220679573815037522</id><published>2012-01-17T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:37:48.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>You never think about death, unless someone you know dies, or you hear about someone dying,&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;accidental or not, it doesn't really matter. &amp;nbsp;I know of three deaths that have&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;in the last week alone. &amp;nbsp;I know of others that have happened the week or two before. &amp;nbsp;It really makes you stop and think about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends uncle died from a courageous fight with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend died yesterday. &amp;nbsp;He was too young. &amp;nbsp;In his early 30's. &lt;br /&gt;The second was even younger, and also died too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how they died. &amp;nbsp;They all left a big impression on the people who knew them. &amp;nbsp;They leave behind heartbroken families, and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that when I die, that I will leave people with a sense that I cared about those I met, that I was a good person and that I touched every life in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Dale, Andy and Micah. &amp;nbsp;Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-2220679573815037522?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-7248332373729054585</id><published>2012-01-14T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:32:08.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This past week</title><content type='html'>I haven't done writing like I thought.  But I am getting used to the continuing homework that is coming, so I have a feeling I have figured this out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that life in general is being good.  Some ups, some downs.  I like the ups more better then the downs, but I think we all want to be happy, and not sad.  I have had two wonderful weeks.  This weekends was great fun.  But it ended on a sad note, and I can't explain why.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for this next week.  I will write three pages.  6 including homework.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to a great new week coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Martin Luther King Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-7248332373729054585?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/7248332373729054585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=7248332373729054585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/7248332373729054585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/7248332373729054585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-past-week.html' title='This past week'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-6572365596372146824</id><published>2012-01-09T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:10:56.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Two</title><content type='html'>I am changing my goal, to write two days a week two pages.  This is not including homework.   Once the semester gets going I can see if I can increase it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-6572365596372146824?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/6572365596372146824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=6572365596372146824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/6572365596372146824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/6572365596372146824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-two.html' title='Week Two'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-3487517204337502472</id><published>2012-01-04T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:58:59.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Week of A Round of Words</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe this was not the best week to start this.  Its been the first week of school and trying to figure out classes.  It is only Wednesday, so I can at least do 3 out of 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-3487517204337502472?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/3487517204337502472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=3487517204337502472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/3487517204337502472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/3487517204337502472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-week-of-round-of-words.html' title='1st Week of A Round of Words'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-1938413369042141206</id><published>2012-01-02T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:54:09.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Round of Words in 80 Days</title><content type='html'>Ok, For my regular followers, I am setting up goals to help my writing, that is what A Round of Words in 80 Days.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For A Round of Words in 80 Days:  My goal will be to write 4 days a week, 1000 words a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-1938413369042141206?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1938413369042141206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=1938413369042141206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1938413369042141206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1938413369042141206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2012/01/round-of-words-in-80-days.html' title='A Round of Words in 80 Days'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-1111079273306008140</id><published>2009-09-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:36:34.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 7:22 am</title><content type='html'>So what do you do this early in the morning, when you can't make noise by doing things to help yourself with cleaning the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what I do, I pray, I get up and go to the bathroom, then I get back into bed to get warm.  This is when the cats decide I should let them outside, which I don't.  I  get on facebook play my games comment on peoples status', check email, check facebook again and accept all pending invites I am interested in.  I  start my classes at 9:30.  I leave at 9.  On Mon. and Wednesdays I have an exercise class, and I shower after that.  You might think that is disgusting (I am not really fond of it either actually), but I don't want to shower then wait at the bus stop with wet hair, then go get sweaty and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers comp has decided I need to lose at least 50 more pounds before I can have my knee surgery, which will be a partial knee.  This will not be a problem except for one class I have that is 3 1/2 hours.  On Tuesday nights I have a class that goes from 4:30-7.   The class is on the assesment of the bilingual/bi-cultural student.  All we do in the class is eat.  Most of the other students have been having classes since early morning and go until late, so 3 people a week bring food to eat, lets just say its not healthy:  cookies, brownies, chips, rice krispie treats... etc.   Only one person has brought fruit.  I have signed up for next Tuesday, I am bringing apples and bananas, we have to bring enough to feed at least 15 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else has really been happening, just going to work (I am now getting about 30 hrs a week- instead of 17), and going to school.  It seems I never find the time to clean or do laundry.  But then such is life, you can only go so long with not doing laundry or the dishes before it overflows into the rest of the house, and run out of glasses, plates, silverware and clean underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-1111079273306008140?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1111079273306008140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=1111079273306008140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1111079273306008140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1111079273306008140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-722-am.html' title='Its 7:22 am'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-713596165486585460</id><published>2009-08-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:48:46.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few months....</title><content type='html'>Well since my last post, I have had an interesting time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go to a friends wedding, where it was great to see the happiness of the bride and groom.  I got to hold a two month old baby and help out in the kitchen.  I was very happy to be included in this celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the second opinion who thinks I need a total knee replacement (this is what I have been thinking, but my doctor in Logan, refuses to do it and doesn't even want to do a partial).  Hopefully he will let me have a partial.  But still waiting on workmans comp decision, but this in nothing new, happened with the third surgery as well.  This next one will be my sixth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family reunion in Alpine/Salt Lake/ Lehi.  It was great to see all the family who could make it, I wish Anne and her crew could have made it, maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spilled 5 ozs. of water on my laptop, with Spike's help.  It is still in the hospital- not Spike, my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also lost so much weight none of my clothes fit, I finally had to buy a belt.  I hate belts.  I hate wearing them, but since all my clothes are at least 3 SIZES too big, I need them.  I am still losing weight, which I am grateful and blessed that it is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next couple of weeks will fly by, I have decided to do a deep and thorough cleaning of the apartment once again.  After spraying the bug killer in the bathroom, they are starting to come back.  This time I will spray the whole house (which I planned to do the first time), but now I will clean and rearrange the furniture so I can spray the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have my birtday dinner at rodizios, in Trolley Square at 6 pm, Aug. 20th.   be there or be square.  For those of you who want to come, it will be about $30.00 that should include dinner, drink and tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts the next week and I will be graduating in Dec. and will throw a graduation party.  I have applied for a second bachelors degree so I can take two more classes so if I do decide to go into the Masters program, I will be all ready.  I tried to see if they would let me have one more sememster before I graduate, but they said no, because I would be over "professional student credits" and they would charge me double for tuition.  So I am had to apply for the second degree, to take 2 classes to keep tuition at a good price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hopefully will get the computer back soon, though where I took it for a free computer check thing at Staples last week, they said they would call me on Wednesday (took it in on Tuesday) they didn't call, so I called Thursday, told me they would call me in 2 or 3 hours and still didn't call.  So I am going into the store to pick it up and take it somewhere else to be fixed (I think it is just the keyboard that is messed up- can do other things on it with no problems except I can't type at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this finds everyone well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-713596165486585460?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/713596165486585460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=713596165486585460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/713596165486585460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/713596165486585460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-few-months.html' title='The last few months....'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-1099316742387092407</id><published>2009-06-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:33:53.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Things Happened after last post</title><content type='html'>Workmans Comp after agreeing that the surgery was and is medically appropriate and necessary, decided that I needed  a second opinion.  So the surgery has been postponed until later.  Everything else on the last post remains the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-1099316742387092407?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1099316742387092407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=1099316742387092407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1099316742387092407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1099316742387092407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-things-happened-after-last.html' title='Interesting Things Happened after last post'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-6131613655119203726</id><published>2009-06-15T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:28:06.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things Happening</title><content type='html'>Well, here we go again.  Surgery #6 is just around the corner.  This time they are reshaping my knee and knee cap.  Doesn't sound like fun.  This is the first time workers comp has approved it so fast.  I went into the drs. to discuss what has ahppened since the injections.  Since they didn't work we are discussed surgery.  Thinking I would have it in the middle of July or beginning of Aug.  Workers comp, shocked us all and decided to approve it a 4 days later.  Even more shocking I went into schedule it, and they told me in 13 days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note:  My annual Birthday dinner, on Aug. 20th, about 6 pm, will be held at Rodizio's this year.  It will be $20.00 a person, plus gratuity.  Please bring your own money.  As a broke college student, and someone who will not work for three months, I can't afford to pay for anyone but myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also graduating in Dec!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-6131613655119203726?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/6131613655119203726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=6131613655119203726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/6131613655119203726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/6131613655119203726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-things-happening.html' title='New Things Happening'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-2776274931839707897</id><published>2009-05-25T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:33:54.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders, bathrooms and me.</title><content type='html'>Need I say more???  This is humours to me but also is freaking me out, so I thought I would share so you all could laugh with me or at me, I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, Katie and I had a bad night with a couple of spiders, I have never really liked them, but now I am really scared of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning when I was getting ready for church I opened my bathroom cupboard to rab my toothbrush and I saw a spider that was pretty big, about the size of a nicole, with a white dot on its back.  I jumped grabbed a shoe and killed it. Then as I reached up to turn of the bathroom light (its a pull light just a  little to where the shower curtain rod is) I saw another one. I also tried to kill that one, but all I did was knock it off its purch.  I jumped back because it started to swing on its thread.  Then it climbed back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a person, my visiting teacher, who is not afriad of spiders, so I asked her to come kill it.  We could not find it.  Well this morning, I was shaking out everything in the bathroom so I could get into the shower, when I saw it.  I ran and grabbed something to kill it with but its a fast bugger, and I had to move the litter box, and the cat litter and so forth, then it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I took the fastest shower I ever have, and I now have my toothbrush and hair brush in the kitchen.  I am going to go buy bug and spider spray today, so I can spray the house tomorrow, so bye bye black spider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can breathe again, and take longer showers and not be so jumpy every time, I feel a thread of string on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-2776274931839707897?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/2776274931839707897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=2776274931839707897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2776274931839707897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2776274931839707897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2009/05/spiders-bathrooms-and-me.html' title='Spiders, bathrooms and me.'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-415951167321363881</id><published>2009-05-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:32:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life since my last post</title><content type='html'>Everyone,  I have been so busy.  I have finished this semester with the best grades I have ever gotten, in the hardest semester I have had.  2 B's and 2 A-'s.  I am very proud and happy with these grades.  But I am so blessed, if it had not been for the Lord's help, Becky's writing skills, and everyone's constant love and support and prayers, I would not have made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats are all doing well, we had a scare with Spike, but I was able to sell some movies and was able to take him to the vet, he is back to his oldself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still at Sam's Club.  This is may not really a big surprise to some, but my new manager likes to fire people.  I have actually been there for 8 years.  This is actully a scary thought, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester I am graduating with my BA degree, and so is Anna, my cousin, we are thinking about doing a joint grad party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I can think of at the moment, my sleeping schedule is way off, and my brain is starting to turn off, so I think I will hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hugs, and thanks again for all your prayers, thoughts, and love, and support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-415951167321363881?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/415951167321363881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=415951167321363881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/415951167321363881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/415951167321363881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-since-my-last-post.html' title='Life since my last post'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-8576516150442693385</id><published>2009-02-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:15:03.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Vida Loca!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, that is about how my life has been for the last couple of months. Let me just catch everyone up on what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was very quiet this year. Bud was on vacation, Becky and Tim were in San Diego as well as Chelsea and Danny. Anne and Katie were at home with their families. So it was only my dad and I. Until about 7 then Becky, Tim and Adalyn showed up for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started on the 5th of Jan. This semester, I am working on my senior thesis. The topic of my senior thesis is "Bilingual Bicultural Approach to the Education of Deaf and Hard of Hearing Children, For Doctors Parents and Teachers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the head of the Deaf Education Department working as my supervisor, Dr. King. He is very supportive and is impressed by what I choose to do, but for some of you who know him, he can be very blunt and really brutally honest, ok, he is mean, to a point or aka "tough love". He is pushing to get the best out of me, on this project, because after I write this, I will be putting together a pamphlet to give to the Drs. and teachers. Don't get me wrong, I want to give my best, but if I am confused by some of what he is saying, we have miscommunications and then it is harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other classes are going very well, though they are just as busy. I am in ASL 3, which has about 25 projects for us to do, ok I am exaggerating, its more like 12. But this means you need to reserve time to go and sign the projects. I am in an Infancy and toddler class which is so much fun, my teacher is actually pregnant, and she will hopefully have her baby around spring break. She will continue to have class after she has her baby boy, she will just bring him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other class is Psychology of the Deaf, which is a stupid name, because they are just like everyone else, except that they can't hear. I am teaching one class period in this class, and my subject is quite depressing. I am teaching on grief. I have come up with a really good object lesson, which I think is hilarious. I am bringing in donuts, which I will start to pass out, then I won't let them have any. they will be dissappointed, which fits in with the grieving process. This might seem rude, espaecailly since my class is at 9:00am, and I am teaching on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my cats are doing fine, Danny and Chelsea had my name for Christmas, where are family draws names. I also had their names as well. They sent me a really nice scarf, and a 30 dollar gift card to Barnes and Noble. I bought five books with it. Oliver Twist, The Road, The Brothers Kosomovao (or something like that) and Count of Monte Cristo, I can't think of the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also sent my cats some treats and toys. They bought thier favorite treat too. Its interesting they perfer that flavor over the others. The toys were a big hit, they actually fought over them. I will post pictures later since I am at school, waiting to see Dr. King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Brian and her family surprized me with a $50.00 gift card from lane Bryant, since I have lost 60lbs, since June, and all my clothes are starting to fall off. Thanks for that Katie and Brain, I got new shirts that are cute and in a smaller size!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in the process of getting ready to take the MAT aka Millers Analogy Test to apply for grad school in the SEIMs program aka Sensory Empairment Intervention Masters. With this I will be certified to work with Deaf children to the age of three, I will also get a teaching license as well so I can teach preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want you to know that I am grateful for the support and friendship I have had from each of you. You have been there for me, and have encouraged me when I could go no further. On that note, I am very grateful to Heavenly Father for all the blessings He has given me, which is each one of you. I am very blessed. I am happy with my life, and have accepted me as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, if you get this far in reading this. My other blog, Recipes to Share, needs recipes. I have been asked by family members for some of my moms recipes, and other family favorites. I have thought that the best way to go about this is doing it on a blog, so everyone can contribute. If you want to contribute, please email me and I will add your name to the contributers list. Then we can all have access to tried and true great recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-8576516150442693385?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/8576516150442693385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=8576516150442693385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8576516150442693385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8576516150442693385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-vida-loca.html' title='Mi Vida Loca!!!!'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-2310995362603899047</id><published>2008-12-27T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:46:16.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adalyn at Mickee's Christmas Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY-ARWQvlI/AAAAAAAAANA/i-tG3H6hAVg/s1600-h/100_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284479387143552594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY-ARWQvlI/AAAAAAAAANA/i-tG3H6hAVg/s320/100_0494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Adalyn's show. The Many faces of Adalyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think how cute the picture is. All the guys around her, with only Dad, aware of the camera. Grandpa and Uncle Bud only see Adalyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY6RPZ4vhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Rrip_PllU30/s1600-h/100_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284475280633150994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY6RPZ4vhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Rrip_PllU30/s320/100_0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY6Qmy2BRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2aW33wxTA1M/s1600-h/100_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while she only looked at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that Adalyn is too impressed with the camera all night long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY-yxgD6iI/AAAAAAAAANI/waPMjcDPO9U/s1600-h/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284480254768048674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY-yxgD6iI/AAAAAAAAANI/waPMjcDPO9U/s320/100_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickee's turn with Adalyn after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4lS-e8KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/W4oFiirgx3E/s1600-h/100_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284473426166083746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4lS-e8KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/W4oFiirgx3E/s320/100_0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you get her to smile just look at that grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4km_VmfI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKm8cdtRtrc/s1600-h/100_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284473414358505970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4km_VmfI/AAAAAAAAALw/OKm8cdtRtrc/s320/100_0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mickee and Grandpa at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4kTuENXI/AAAAAAAAALo/8992ERCC4gE/s1600-h/100_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284473409185789298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4kTuENXI/AAAAAAAAALo/8992ERCC4gE/s320/100_0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell Grandpa is a proud grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4kFO0pfI/AAAAAAAAALg/UGM1tnZj5GE/s1600-h/100_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284473405296649714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY4kFO0pfI/AAAAAAAAALg/UGM1tnZj5GE/s320/100_0497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky helping out in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY3pgtSRtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/77Wza1IeGRM/s1600-h/100_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472399059896018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY3pgtSRtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/77Wza1IeGRM/s320/100_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget pictures of me and my newest niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY3pLBxDYI/AAAAAAAAALI/8m3i1DxIcx0/s1600-h/100_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great. The company was marvelous. It was sad to see it end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY3okFGitI/AAAAAAAAALA/sKRu9ZxtYa4/s1600-h/100_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472382785227474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY3okFGitI/AAAAAAAAALA/sKRu9ZxtYa4/s320/100_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY3oZfBSbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vIT4ddZIdkQ/s1600-h/100_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim and Becky and Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How adorable is that?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY24GtLZJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4rjhID6rTyg/s1600-h/100_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471550266533010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY24GtLZJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4rjhID6rTyg/s320/100_0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mickee had a Christmas dinner that was not only delicious but a lot of fun. But as you can see from the pictures. Adalyn stole the show. She is two months old and is quite the little character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY23GTnRDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yLEc89HpQMM/s1600-h/100_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471532979438642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY23GTnRDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yLEc89HpQMM/s320/100_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY23pG3lxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iXZuOXUH00Q/s1600-h/100_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471542321223442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY23pG3lxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iXZuOXUH00Q/s320/100_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY22vDpe3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yjtgsRQerYw/s1600-h/100_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284471526738459506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY22vDpe3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yjtgsRQerYw/s320/100_0528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here dad and daughter are playing. It is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY2OQ9DCRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VbWMZ4-Q3zg/s1600-h/100_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY2N22p9YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/towcQLcrxv8/s1600-h/100_0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284470824456811906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY2N22p9YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/towcQLcrxv8/s320/100_0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud cleaning up in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-2310995362603899047?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/2310995362603899047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=2310995362603899047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2310995362603899047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2310995362603899047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/12/adalyn-at-mickees-christmas-dinner.html' title='Adalyn at Mickee&apos;s Christmas Dinner'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SVY-ARWQvlI/AAAAAAAAANA/i-tG3H6hAVg/s72-c/100_0494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-5162472761390208232</id><published>2008-11-16T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:33:32.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Cheesecake, and Nordstrom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VDxSOhPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/194i1e83eP8/s1600-h/100_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164349792879858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VDxSOhPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/194i1e83eP8/s320/100_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little bundle of joy is my newest neice Adalyn Hertig.  She is a doll, only weighing in at 6 lbs 14 ozs when born.  She now weighs one pound heavier then she did at birth.  In this picture she is about 2 weeks old.  She is darling.  I am glad she has joined our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VEWx2iJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Bz1KD-eLSEM/s1600-h/100_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164359857637522" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VEWx2iJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Bz1KD-eLSEM/s320/100_0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   As her proud Aunt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VFN4tpMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KMBDkhiyIsM/s1600-h/100_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164374650365122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VFN4tpMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KMBDkhiyIsM/s320/100_0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little tyke, is Olive!! Hasn't she just gotten so big.  She will be one, on the 24th of November.  She now says dada, and she claps if you say yeah and clap as well. She has a very cute smile, this is only half of it.  She is a little leary of me with the camera, I rarely see her living in Logan, and then when I do.  I always have my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VExl6AeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9x7ZamGiqnQ/s1600-h/100_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164367055290850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VExl6AeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9x7ZamGiqnQ/s320/100_0458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, the bag says Nordstrom on it.  That is because I took this picture in the bathroom there.  I had a little mishap with a piece of cheesecake and my purse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Stephanie (pictured below with me), and I went to the Olive Garden for the Soup, Salad and Breadsticks!  As a dessert I got a peice of heaven.  pumpkin cheesecake to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I not thinking anything of it, since my purse is big, (the black bag with the purple lining),  I put the cheesecake into the bag.  We went into nordstrom to look at something.  Then we needed a pit stop.  I reached into my purse, to grab some lipstick, and I my handcame out sticky and wet!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whip cream from the cheesecake, had melted out of the container and into my purse.  That is why you see everything out of the purse on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VEFA_RoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z29R3otOoEg/s1600-h/100_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164355089286786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VEFA_RoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z29R3otOoEg/s320/100_0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the mishap, our feet were both aching since we had on nice shoes, as you can see in the background.  So yes, we took our shoes off in the restroom, thinking it wasn't the worst place to do it, would you do this in a Walmart?  I had a nice lady take our picture with my camera, after I cleaned it from all the whipped cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people were probably mortified by this.  If it hadn't been the fact that everytime Stephanie and I get together, something unusal happens, I would have been mortified at what we were doing. But then again, Stephanie and I, have always had great fun, and things like melted whipped cream in purses, is one of the least of the things that have happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-5162472761390208232?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/5162472761390208232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=5162472761390208232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/5162472761390208232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/5162472761390208232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/11/babies-cheesecake-and-nordstrom.html' title='Babies, Cheesecake, and Nordstrom'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SR_VDxSOhPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/194i1e83eP8/s72-c/100_0456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-4907270584760719224</id><published>2008-10-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:45:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem with relying on the things of the 21st century.....</title><content type='html'>Not so long ago, cell phones were as big as bricks, we all thought it was funny, a phone you could take with you?  Now we text more then call.  Not so long ago, no one really had the internet ( I remember the time, you had to pay by the hour, my dad was mad because I was on forever), or home computers, and if you did, you used a floppy disc and not a thumb drive.  Not so long ago, there was only atari and ms pacman. no wii fit, or guitar hero.  Not so long ago microwaves were really heavy to move and they had dials and only the start button to push. (my family got the microwave when I was a baby, they used it to heat my bottles- they gave classes on how to use them as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, my little laptop contracted several virus', a couple of spyware things, and it couldn't do anything.  The place I took it to, only could get half of the problem fixed.  So I need to reinstall windows on my computer.  SCARY!!!! I could lose everything.  Of course I will take precautions and copy everything to a thumbdrive.  But still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people now have a cell phone, as thier only phone.  I am one of those.  When service goes down, I have no contact with the world outside of Logan, this is a scary thought what happens if I fall and can't call 911?   unliss I buy a phone card, and go into work to use the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are all nice to have, but..... when they all come crashing down, do we really survive?  I have gone crazy not able to check email and facebook, and other sites I use on a daily basis, yes this does include school stuff as well.  I do have wifi on my cell phone, so I can check facebook, and myspace, but I can't check email, or get online to do my internet classes.  But what happens if my cell contracts a virus???  What then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is getting scary.  We all depend on the things that we used to live without.  Cell phones, dishwashers, microwaves, computers, the internet, digital cameras, and the like.  Don't get me wrong, I love them as much as the next person, and I can't wait to be in a place that has a dishwasher.  That has a laundry room either in the place I live, or at least on the premises.  But we seem to all take it for granted, until they break, or worse, go up in smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we should give thanks, when they are working, not just when we get them back from the shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-4907270584760719224?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/4907270584760719224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=4907270584760719224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/4907270584760719224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/4907270584760719224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/problem-with-relying-on-things-of-21st.html' title='The problem with relying on the things of the 21st century.....'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-8697041477564688673</id><published>2008-10-21T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:47:36.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See the Light</title><content type='html'>I have really good news.  I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, and no I am not talking about me dying!   I am graduating in Dec. of 2009!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have known me since I have started, can you believe it?  Some of you I met along the way.  Some of you have cheered me on.  I want to thank everyone that has been apart of my support through the long and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; journey through school.  It has been long, it has been hard.  But I know it is worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not yet know what I will be doing, or where it will take me, so do not ask.  I will let you all know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-8697041477564688673?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/8697041477564688673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=8697041477564688673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8697041477564688673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8697041477564688673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-see-light.html' title='I See the Light'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-2518832476557986720</id><published>2008-10-12T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:03:29.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SPKayOB58eI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NKXb2_iP74A/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256433902645015010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SPKayOB58eI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NKXb2_iP74A/s320/tag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Dana!  Seven random things about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: I have a stuffed pig, that I named Wilbur, I got the pig from Christmas from my dad.  The reason it is a big and not a cat.  One day, my dad, came down stairs and told us girls we lived like pigs.  Enter pig things in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2: I have been signing (ASL) since I was 10 because I learned one song as a girl scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3: I once was stung by over 50 yellowjackets at Jenny Evans house.  The hive was on the 2nd floor of her playhouse.  Her dad saved my life by risking his (he is deathly allergic) I froze in place and they attacked me.  I was stung over 200 times.  They don't die when they sting you.  They followed us to the back door of their kitchin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4: I fell four floors from that very same playhouse about 2 months later.  It is amazing that I didn't die.  The first floor was kitchen, a grown up could stand in it.  The second floor where I was stung had two stairs to a third level which had a ladder to the fourth where it was really a platform for a slide.  I fell from it landing on my back on rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:  I fell in love with doing ceramics last summer, and in the process ran into someone I had a crush on in grade school.  Don't figure, who would guess that I would actually get to know him, and that he actually knew my name!  He also majored in ceramics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:  I have taught jr. high math in ASL.  For those who know me well.  I really did it, and I finally understood it as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:  I don't know how to do the linking thing and I don't know 7 people who blog, so the person who sent this to me is: The Spear Clan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         The people I will send it to is:  McKinstry Clan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                               The Bryd Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                               The Brown Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                The Hertigs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                Things on my Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-2518832476557986720?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/2518832476557986720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=2518832476557986720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2518832476557986720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/2518832476557986720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged!'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SPKayOB58eI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NKXb2_iP74A/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-8878997026887197806</id><published>2008-10-10T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:03:28.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>My sister posted a lovely blog about our mother. I really try to block out this week, not think about what happened 7 years ago, when she was taken from us. It still makes me cry. But I want to thank my sister for posting what she did. So to share with you what my sister did, I will just direct you to her blog.  &lt;a href="http://ryanandanjilleen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ryanandanjilleen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Thanks sis. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you. Miss you. Can't wait to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-8878997026887197806?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/8878997026887197806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=8878997026887197806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8878997026887197806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8878997026887197806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-1607589596150363042</id><published>2008-10-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:54:21.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reactions to the dead rodent in my house......</title><content type='html'>I have had so many reactions to the squirel picture.  I thought I should share them with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people thought it was a rat, or even a kitty cat.&lt;br /&gt;Some people were sad, some were even glad&lt;br /&gt;One thought it was funny and loves the idea of  the killer cat that I have&lt;br /&gt;Some people were sick, some people were shocked&lt;br /&gt;Some people want me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will stop talking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-1607589596150363042?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1607589596150363042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=1607589596150363042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1607589596150363042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1607589596150363042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/reactions-to-dead-rodent-in-my-house.html' title='Reactions to the dead rodent in my house......'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-8869410289377834605</id><published>2008-10-06T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:49:29.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:  Poor little creatures outside my home.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not even five minutes later, when I had posted about the poor grasshopper, I heard Spike, meowing behind me. And this is what I found.    I am sorry that it is so blurry.  When I heard him come in, I got the camera ready, I have to admit, I let out a little yelp, and a jump at the same time.  I didn't even stop to think to see if I had a clear picture.  I just took it outside right after I took the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little squirel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOrbfSU6y3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/lPCmuYHYPOE/s1600-h/100_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254253245823110002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOrbfSU6y3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/lPCmuYHYPOE/s320/100_0435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The delayed posting is because of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-8869410289377834605?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/8869410289377834605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=8869410289377834605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8869410289377834605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8869410289377834605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-poor-little-creatures-outside-my.html' title='Update:  Poor little creatures outside my home.....'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOrbfSU6y3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/lPCmuYHYPOE/s72-c/100_0435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-8488599760253871641</id><published>2008-10-06T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:54:45.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Life of a Poor Grasshopper.....</title><content type='html'>In recent years, this is what we think of when we say grasshoppers. I loved "A Bug's Life". Hopper, is a smart vicious little grasshopper. But this is not the type of grasshopper I am thinking of.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpimnxwfiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ba7dKRQJGcQ/s1600-h/hopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254120330933337634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpimnxwfiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ba7dKRQJGcQ/s320/hopper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800019794/photo/38208"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me reintroduce you to my cat Spike, aka Old Man. In all the times I have had cats. I have been amazed at what they are like, their personalities etc... Like I said before, people didnt think Spike would be a good cat. Well they were wrong. But he is getting to be quite a little hunter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpcSUC5abI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tK0kqZ4MtjU/s1600-h/100_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254113384969365938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpcSUC5abI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tK0kqZ4MtjU/s320/100_0377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpb0pEb1AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WpRj0bIaHrI/s1600-h/100_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes this is what you think it is. A grasshopper in the box. Yes I know, you probably have seen one of these before, so why the picture? In the background of the picture, are movies. That means, this was brought into my house. By Spike. I would have loved to get a picture of him bringing it in, but when he sees me watching he drops it and comes over to me looking very happy and proud of himself. "Look Mom, I can catch a grasshopper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpbdlbNEKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PqhhPBEZ4cA/s1600-h/100_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254112479101653154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpbdlbNEKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PqhhPBEZ4cA/s320/100_0434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpbd4_Em9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/duMkSHa4jGE/s1600-h/100_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Spike brings in the grasshopper, and then if the other cats are inside as well, they all sit and watch it. But if it moves to much, it gets bitten, and poked at. I rescue as many as I can. But I can't save every grasshopper out there. I pick them up carefully, and put them outside, and tell them to run or jump away as fast as they can, if they want to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So poor little grasshoppers become either eaten or disabled around my home. Because if they don't die, then they only have one leg, and it is just a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-8488599760253871641?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/8488599760253871641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=8488599760253871641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8488599760253871641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/8488599760253871641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-life-of-poor-grasshopper.html' title='In the Life of a Poor Grasshopper.....'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOpimnxwfiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ba7dKRQJGcQ/s72-c/hopper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-3762682726975369047</id><published>2008-10-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:22:26.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations of the night.....</title><content type='html'>So I have a take home test, no big deal, I thought.  I will type it up, send it in email.  Since that is allowed, and be done.  Well, I answered all the questions.  I should have been in bed by 10, at the latest.  But obviously if you are reading this, and you see the time it was posted you know that something went wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to save it.  It said it was saved.  So I went to add it to an attachment to be done with it.  I was stupid and I closed the word screen.  There was no test.  I searched high and low.  I did finally find it.  But alas, there were no answers.  So I am totally confused to how this happened.  It said it was saved, it went to the temporary file. Which I didn't even know existed.  So now it is 12:20 and I am still awake, trying to answer the questions again.  I spent at least an hour or more, looking for the test, with the answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this story is, be sure you don't close down any screens that you think you might need, until you are done with what you are doing.  Then you would have been asleep, a little past your bedtime, and not into the wee wee hours of the morning or if you look at it really really late at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-3762682726975369047?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/3762682726975369047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=3762682726975369047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/3762682726975369047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/3762682726975369047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/10/frustrations-of-night.html' title='Frustrations of the night.....'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-1088505968171278374</id><published>2008-09-30T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:56:50.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This years birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>This year for my birthday, I thought it would be fun to go the "Melting Pot", it is in downtown Salt Lake. It is a fondue resturant and one of my favorite places to go. If you have not been to a fondue resturant, I think you should go try it out.  But bring lots of money, it is kind of expensive. But I think well worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited people from almost every time period of my life. Except from grade school (both live out of state), Colorado, Texas. Of course not all people could come, but I was very happy with the people who showed up. I wish everyone could have made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures were taken that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of Bud (standing up), Brent (yellow shirt), Tim and Becky who is hopeing she is not in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLyEyd_iPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-4znuOmO9g/s1600-h/100_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252026279548389618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLyEyd_iPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-4znuOmO9g/s320/100_0399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture has Becky and myself, with Erin hugging me from the back. The steam is from the broth cooking for the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLyFW8FUQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NTgymEZiDys/s1600-h/100_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252026289338274050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLyFW8FUQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NTgymEZiDys/s320/100_0394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Tim and Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwHlV37lI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wc5JcU-fA7Q/s1600-h/100_0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024128541027922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwHlV37lI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wc5JcU-fA7Q/s320/100_0391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Bud and Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwH9H5vCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bH0__Zu-y8Y/s1600-h/100_0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024134924876834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwH9H5vCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bH0__Zu-y8Y/s320/100_0392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thisis my dad and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwIOj_U0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/IviTPCEWX1U/s1600-h/100_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024139606086466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwIOj_U0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/IviTPCEWX1U/s320/100_0393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Melanie and Wes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwIZ3iwpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0LE2SmTZeow/s1600-h/100_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024142640890514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwIZ3iwpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0LE2SmTZeow/s320/100_0395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Becky and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwIgVCJoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r14ScjDPjAA/s1600-h/100_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252024144375195266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLwIgVCJoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r14ScjDPjAA/s320/100_0396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, there are pictures that didn't get saved in my camera, I remember taking. Sorry to those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next years plan, I want to go to Rodizio's, a brazillian grill, it is delicious as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368900578755094506-1088505968171278374?l=cupcake-ice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/feeds/1088505968171278374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368900578755094506&amp;postID=1088505968171278374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1088505968171278374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368900578755094506/posts/default/1088505968171278374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcake-ice.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-years-birthday-celebration.html' title='This years birthday celebration'/><author><name>As Molly Turns...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05667723158744327593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SOLyEyd_iPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-4znuOmO9g/s72-c/100_0399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368900578755094506.post-2529918421921125966</id><published>2008-09-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:21:02.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, My World</title><content type='html'>This is the most recent picture of me, with more to come.......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SN2XneadNAI/AAAAAAAAACE/x1AjwSE-BgA/s1600-h/100_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250519445018588162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SN2XneadNAI/AAAAAAAAACE/x1AjwSE-BgA/s320/100_0370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; School: That should say it all. But there is finally light at the end of the tunnel. I should be graduating in two years (including this semester!!) I don't know what I will be doing yet. But that is ok. I had an interesting expierence recently taking a test. They left the answer key on mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: I have had my fifth surgery in Feb. When after surgery I bought some new pants. The pants I bought then, are now about two sizes too big. I have lost at least 25 lbs. in the last 3 months. So send money so I can get new clothes, it would be greatly appreciated! I need new glasses, the eye doctor thought I had glaucoma. Luckily I have been very blessed. I don't have glaucoma, or macular degeneration of the eyes. That is a huge blessing for me, since I have been 10 years old, I have been using American Sign Language, it is a wonderful and beautiful language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: I am still at Sam's Club, still at the door as well. This next year in April. I will have been with Sam's Club for 8 years. That is a scary thought for me, sorry Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church: I have two callings at church besides visiting teaching. Though I have had an interesting thing happened to have my first visiting teacher here in Logan get married to one of the best home teachers I have ever had. Then I recieved a new visiting teacher and she got married two months after that. I still have yet to meet my new home teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Stuff: I am still single. I am loving life in Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right it goes: Cupcake, Ice, Spike and Brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SN2XnUIZx0I/AAAAAAAAACM/_z6Y5DfG4Hg/s1600-h/100_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250519442258511682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SN2XnUIZx0I/AAAAAAAAACM/_z6Y5DfG4Hg/s320/100_0154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cupcake: She is a very people oriented cat. She walks up to people on the sidewalk, and thinks everyone is going to pet her. She likes to walk into random peoples houses and make herself comfortable. They are confused by the conduct, she gets mad when they through her out. She is very friendly, I have had people tell me that they wouldn't mind taking her home. She is a tortise shell (like a calico, but more muted colors and very little white).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ice: He is my new never fail alarm clock. He likes to go outside, early in the morning. But he is confused by this when I don't let him out when I have to go to school early in the morning. He doesn't let me sleep very late. He normally wakes me up at 3. But he is a very smart cat. He can tell time. I tell him to come back in 3 hours and he does it. He is a very rare russian blue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spike: The white amongst the dark, he is a flame point. When he first came home, he looked a lot like Ice, then we gave him a bath, and he was white! I found him outside of Sam's Club at seven weeks old, he was so tiny his paws could barely reach the bottom of the cart. He was eating pizza crust and pretzels to stay alive. No one thought he would turn into a cuddly little bugger, that he is. His favorite place to be is over my hands when I am typing or throwing himself over my shoulder. Thankfully, he has stopped kneading my head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brownie is a sweetheart. She always stays close when I let them out, she always comes and looks after me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture is of my immediate family at Danny's wedding. Unfortunately, Brian, Ryan and their kids couldn't come.  Chelsea as the bride is taking other pictures, and Becky took this one for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SN2XnmRv_jI/AAAAAAAAACU/U2tg88fPf4s/s1600-h/100_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250519447129554482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mhI7HtrX3Y/SN2XnmRv_jI/AAAAAAAAACU/U2tg88fPf4s/s320/100_0334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite music video at the moment. 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